He saw me collapse upon the concrete,
fingers clawing at my neck and aching ribcage.
He observed with silence as I sought to rip myself limb from
limb. It was only his deafening glare that distracted me from doing so.

"Go away," I roared to this ghostly figure,
too ashamed of myself to do anything but wish away his presence.
But he did nothing but continue to watch me.

And it was with ragged knuckles and blurred vision
that I wished to shoot my beloved Draco
from the sky.